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NATHAN HALE. |
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They took him and bound him and bore him away, Down the hill's grassy side; down the hill's grassy side.
'Twas there the base hirelings, in royal array, His cause did deride; his cause did deride.
Five minutes were given, short moments, no more, For him to repent; for him to repent;
He pray'd for his mother, he ask'd not another, To Heaven he went; to Heaven he went.
The faith of a martyr, the tragedy shew'd,
As he trod the last stage; as he trod the last stage.
And Britons will shudder at gallant Hale's blood, As his words do presage, as his words do presage.
" Thou pale king of terrors, thou life's gloomy foe, Go frighten the slave, go frighten the slave; Tell tyrants, to you, their allegiance they owe. No fears for the brave; no fears for the brave."
1 Nathan Hale was a descendant of John Hale, first minister of Beverly, Massachusetts. He was the son of Richard H. Hale, of Coventry, Connecticut, and graduated at Yale College in 1773, with high honors. Little is known of his private history. The subjoined |
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